Stately Luthor Manor. Lana is sleeping in bed under very comfy-looking red sheets. The door to her room opens. Lex walks in carrying a very large breakfast-in-bed tray. Lana says he didn't have to do that, sitting up; she then notices the newspaper sitting on the breakfast tray. Lex, sitting on the side of the bed, says that he was feeling alone waiting for her answer, calmly adding, "I didn't realize I had so much company." Yeah. Good morning to you. Enjoy your fucking waffles, Lana. He had them flown in straight from Belgium just to make this moment even sadder. Would you like some syrup with that? How about lying, cheating, living-in-the past syrup, huh? Would that taste good to you, Lana? Eat your fucking waffles! Lana says she doesn't know what to say. "Then let me," Lex says gently. He reads from the paper without looking at it: "'When I was with Clark, I would have said yes without hesitating.' You know the worst part of waiting was dwelling on all the reasons you could be stalling. At least now I know." Lex's voice breaks a little. Not to be a dick, but I ask you again: is Lana really worth all this? Lana says she's sorry. But she doesn't say what she's sorry for. Her cell phone rings. She reaches for her Sprint phone, which says, "Incoming call CHLOE." Just then, someone at the door tells Lex that he has a guest. Lana doesn't answer the call, sending it to voicemail. Lex leaves the room without another word. I hope those waffles are cold by now. And poisoned. No, wait, there's a baby. Dammit, I'll be glad when this kid is born so we can go back to wishing death on Lana again.